“Nathan, you’ve confirmed all the wedding details, right? Tomorrow we go to the county clerk's office first, then to the venue. You’re clear on the schedule?”
I shoved the last piece of luggage into my suitcase while flatly answering, “Yeah. Got it.”
Her relief was obvious even through the phone. “Good, good.”
The next morning, I buttoned up a crisp white shirt instead of the one-hundred-dollar suit she’d mocked as “too expensive” for a groom.
Soon, a car horn blared downstairs. At the same time, my phone lit up with her name.
Her voice sounded urgent as she spoke. “Nathan, Daniel needs a translator for something. I have to go help him. Just take a cab to the county clerk's office, okay? It’s only paperwork. I’ll meet you there later.”
Without any complaint, I calmly answered, “Alright.”
But she paused as if she’d picked up on something in my tone.
“You’re not… upset, are you?”
“No. Go ahead,” I replied.
The line went quiet for a second before she sighed in relief.
After the call, Cassandra then turned to Daniel in the passenger seat. “All set. Let’s go take care of your business first.”